Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.